Tristan could feel himself rambling on, and the moment between the two of them was rapidly passing by. It was so hard to describe his relationship with Peyton to anyone, especially someone who could see how extremely close the two of them were at one time. But she was gone, and they hadn’t spoken at all since that day at the lake in November. Tristan had learned to shelve any lingering feelings for Peyton; if nothing more than to keep them as a reminder that good people do exist in the world.
“Susy, I would never take advantage of you. There is nothing I’d love more than for us to lose ourselves in each other tonight, but not if you have doubts. Peyton was there for me when I was about as fucked up as possible, and part of me will always stay with her. But I’m here with you now.”
After another kiss on Susy’s forehead, Tristan walked away to his bedroom, tossing his work shirt off as he went. “I need a shower. I smell like a fucking grease pit. You can join me if you want to, Sus.” He winked back at her, surprised to see a frown marring her beautiful face. Well, that answers that question, he thought to himself, and shut the door to the bathroom and finished stripping down for his shower.
The warm spray was welcome on his chilled skin, and he scrubbed his hands over his face a few times to wash away more than just the dirt and grime. Tristan loved a good hot shower to physically wash away the day and clean off the old to start a new. After soaping up his hair, he closed his eyes and turned around to rinse out the suds. He jumped when something brushed across his chest, and his eyes surged open to see Susy standing in the shower with him, gloriously naked.
His already semi-erect cock twitched to life and Susy noticed the movement, bringing her eyes down his body to his manhood. Without saying a word, she reached out her tiny hand and grasped him firmly around the base. Tristan groaned from deep inside his chest at the feeling, and his head fell back against the glass enclosure. “Christ, Sus.”
They stood sideways under the water, and she continued to stroke him back and forth, using both hands to jack him off. Her talented fingers were working quickly to bring him to the edge, and he could feel the tingling building in his balls. Not wanting things to end so quickly, Tristan grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away, maneuvering them so he was holding them both in one hand. That left his other hand free to travel; he brushed across her nipple and flattened his palm against her side and ran it down her back and over the swell of her backside. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, so sex in a shower just wasn’t going to be possible, not like he wanted. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with her while they cleaned up.
Tristan lifted her hands higher until they were near the top of her head. “Put your hands behind your head and lean back against the wall,” his voice was thick with desire and he could hear the hitch in her breathing when he told her what to do. Like he expected her to, Susy laced her fingers behind her head and slowly inched back to lean against the shower. She closed her eyes and moaned before Tristan had even laid a finger on her.
Chuckling, Tristan asked, “Are you excited, Sus?” he brushed his day-old growth against her face and inched his way back to her ear, nipping at her jaw the whole way. By the time he made it to his destination, she was quivering in his arms. “I meant what I said, Susy. I’m not looking for a submissive lover, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take you out of your head when you need it. Just let go and feel while I clean you up. Okay?”
“Oh, fuck yes…” was her garbled reply as he traced her pulse down her neck with his tongue, directing him down toward her chest. He pulled back to look at her breasts and weighed them in his hands, earning him a groan.
“Hmm,” he muttered as he passed his thumbs over the tight nubbins and Susy arched even further into his touch. Remembering that he was supposed to be cleaning her up, Tristan reached for her bottle of body wash then lathered up her loofah. He gave each of the swells a chaste kiss before he worked a lather up against her skin and moved across each of her perfect breasts in turn.
“Ahhhh,” Susy was repeating out loud as her hips were grinding against his leg, searching for something to pulse against. Tristan moved over enough and angled his leg so that she could ride against his thigh, while he held her up under her arms with his hands. He needed to balance her because with limbs above her head, she was teetering to remain upright. Even as he held onto her this way, her body was small enough that he could still use his thumbs to brush back and forth over her hard as point nipples.
Her pleas got louder as she found a rhythm, sliding up and down against his leg. She was lost in her own pleasure, and moved her hands from behind her head to Tristan’s shoulders.
“Can you come like this, Susy?”
“Fuck yes,” she answered and picked up her pace.
Tristan held her tight and leaned down to her neck, needing to do more for her than just stand there, barely touching her nipples while she got off on his leg. He nipped and licked at her skin, moving down to the juncture of flesh, tensing his teeth over the smooth area.
Susy was shaking like a leaf, and was practically sobbing in his arms with her demands for release. Tristan tried to move his hands from her breasts down her sides to assist her with soft touches to her clit. She continued to move back and forth then shook her head.
“No, my breasts, Tristan. Please. Again.”
Loving that she was actively participating, Tristan smiled against her neck and said, “Yes, ma’am,” and went back to fondling her nipples as he held her up against the wall.
She went right back to writhing and panting in his arms, and he bit into her shoulder, increasing the pressure until her head flew back and she repeated as she came, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh f-f-f-u-ucckkk!!”
Chapter Nine
The water had run cold by the time they finished actually cleaning themselves in the shower. They were working their way to the bedroom when Tristan felt a twinge of pain in his lower back. It wasn’t overly painful, just annoying and he rubbed the ache with his free hand. The other hand was currently occupied pulling his giggling roommate into his bedroom for some more late night activities.
“If you wanted a massage, Tristan, you could have just asked me. Instead of playing like you’re hurt, goofball,” Susy told him. They were standing next to his bed now, both wrapped in just bath towels. She motioned for him to lie on the bed. “I’m pretty good with my hands…I can work a kink out of your spine in no time.”
Tristan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m familiar with how good your hands are, Sus. But I don’t really want them on my back right now.” She was holding her towel close against her body, and with one quick swipe, Tristan yanked it from her hands, letting his own towel fall as well in the process.
Hoisting a squealing Susy up into the air, he playfully tossed her onto the bed and she landed with an umph.
Tristan slowly crept onto the bed and waited until Susy had regained her wits before stalking toward her. “I’m gonna pin you to this bed and make you…” his words halted as the pain in his back returned again, this time a little sharper. It was strong enough this time to catch his breath and he grimaced.
“You aren’t gonna make me do anything, Tristan. Now lie down on the bed and let me give you a massage,” Susy told him with conviction as she pat the spot in between them on the bed.
Relenting, he lay on the spot she marked and stretched out flat, having to adjust his dick to keep from crushing the turgid length with his own weight. “Fine, but only if you sit on my ass buck naked while you do it.”
Susy teased him with a playful slap on his bare butt, the sound echoing off the blank walls in his room. Tristan jolted up and looked over his shoulder at Susy, seeing a soft smile gracing her face. “Sorry, my hand slipped,” she told him before straddling his thighs and moving her lower half up and onto his ass.
Wriggling about for a minute to find a comfortable spot, she was brushing the thin strip of hair on her mound around, as she stroked his skin with feather lite touches. It was the first time he’d felt s
ensations quite like this, and his excitement was growing with every pass of her intimate folds. She was getting into it, practically purring as she teased them both, working herself back into a frenzy. Her body moved back and she slowly eased herself down to let her full weight rest on his ass, making Tristan groan in protest.
Susy must’ve heard him and misunderstood, because she jumped off him like he’d burned her. “I’m sorry, honey! Are you okay?”
Tristan buried his face in his pillow and laughed before answering her, “Damn it, I was until you stopped moving around. Get back up there, Sus. That felt good.”
“But I haven’t even touched your back yet!” she told him incredulously.
He craned his neck around to look over her shoulder and growled, “Right now, Sus, I don’t give a fuck about the twinge in my back,” he rolled quickly and held onto her around the waist when he could reach, keeping her hovering over his midsection. He let her sit back on his thighs as his cock twitched between them. “I need your attention somewhere else…Please,” he added through gritted teeth.
Her resulting chuckle could have been construed as sadistic, but Tristan knew it was lighthearted. Susy stretched forward and ran her hands from the tops of his shoulders, down his collarbone, over his chest and down his abs. She traced the line of his lower oblique muscles with her fingertips and moaned, “I’ve never been with someone who had such taut fuck lines.” Her words were emphasized with her tongue tracing the line up one side and down the other. When she finished the descent on the other side, she ended up directly in line with his throbbing cock, and didn’t hesitate in pulling it into her mouth.
“Argh,” Tristan groaned, trying to hold still and not arch his back and shove himself down her throat. She was able to get most of his length in her mouth, but stopped short and fisted the base with her hand. With a slow, torturous slide, she released part of his cock, but quickly moved back down. She repeated the process over and over, making Tristan feel the slow burn building in his balls.
“Enough,” he called out when he reached his limit. He needed to be inside her warm body and watch her come apart as he did.
“Condom,” he called out as he panted to catch his breath. “I don’t have any in here.”
“My purse,” Susy answered and pushed herself off him and sauntered out of the room, her naked backside moving fluidly as she walked.
The lights in the hallway flicked off before she came back into the room and it took some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He was still lying on his back waiting when he felt the bed dip next to him.
Thinking she’d turned the light off to be in complete darkness to hide her nudity, Tristan chuckled as he fumbled around blindly to find her body. She had resumed her position straddling his lower half, but he felt awkward and grabby when he touched her this way in the dark, not controlled and precise like he wanted. He was trying to show Susy that his mind was completely occupied with her right now, and this wasn’t helping.
“I’ve already seen you naked, Sus. No real point to being in complete darkness, is there?”
She didn’t answer, instead he felt her lean forward and his softening length was pressed firmly up against his stomach as she reached for what he assumed was the lamp behind him. When the light flipped on, she was precariously stretched over top of him, and her gorgeous breasts were inches away from his mouth.
Tristan held her from moving back down and used his tongue to trace the areola of one nipple, pulling the tip between his teeth and tugging. Susy held still, but her face fell forward and she gasped, “Oh Christ…”
Using his hands on her arms to move her body so her other breast was poised near his lips, he repeated the action with the other, earning the same response. Susy was barely holding herself up on her arms anymore, and Tristan could feel her trembling. Knowing how sensitive her breasts were from their encounter in the shower, he knew she wouldn’t be able to handle much more before she exploded.
“Ride me, Sus. I need to feel you clench around me when you come.”
Not needing any further encouragement, she scooted down the bed and dropped the condom onto his belly. She looked at his jutting erection and told him, “I don’t want to fuck it up, Tristan. Can you please do it?”
Assuming she didn’t have experience with this because she hadn’t been very sexually active should have reminded Tristan how young she was and to take things easy with her. But she seemed to know her way around a man’s body and had done nothing but turn him on to the point of being in physical pain, aching for release. All that was left was for him to feel pride that Susy trusted him enough to want to be with him in this way.
Tristan relaxed against the bed and crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll help you. Tear the corner open and take it out of the package.” He waited as Susy gingerly picked the package back up with shaking fingers and cleared her throat as she ripped the package open and pulled out the condom.
“Pinch the tip and hold it over my cock and roll it down,” he instructed and waited. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips drawing his attention to her mouth. She smiled at him, and deftly rolled the sheath onto his dick, earning a hiss from him as she lightly stroked him.
“Susy, Goddamn it, I need you…please…” He was sure he would lose his fucking mind if she didn’t impale herself soon.
Rising up high enough, she held onto his manhood and lowered herself down until their most intimate parts touched. She maneuvered his cock back and forth through her dripping wet slit, and they both gasped in pleasure.
Susy placed his cock at her entrance, and slowly slipped him inside. Tristan fisted his hands in the sheets as she took a little bit at a time and backed off before taking more in. “So fucking tight,” he panted as she repeated, “Oh…Oh….Oh…”
The last few inches were pure torture as she worked to fully seat herself on his shaft. Her voice was already hoarse as she continued to pant, and Tristan pulled her face down to quiet her with a few kisses on her lips. “Are you okay?” he barely said through gritted teeth, “because I need to move…”
His words must have triggered her back into reality and she began moving her hips in a slow circle, gasping each time she took him in completely. It didn’t take long for her to adjust to his length, and she found her rhythm as she rode him harder, making bigger circles as she came back down.
Tristan was nearing his peak and his balls were tightening up as his orgasm built. Susy was oblivious as she rode him harder and harder, almost slamming down when she reached her stride. He ran his fingertips upward through her pussy lips, exposing her clit from behind its hood as he went. With precise aim, he honed his thumb on top of the tiny button, and knew he’d landed directly on it when Susy tossed her head back and panted. On the top of the next roll to her hips, she screamed as she came, and Tristan did the same, the blood rushing from his head; white flecks surrounding his mind’s eye as he emptied inside the thin barrier.
The next conscious thought was of Susy lying next to him, curled up against his side, both of them still panting. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering her body and she coughed when she tried to take a deep breath.
“You okay, Sus?” Tristan asked when she quieted.
“Yes, big guy, I’m fine,” she told him with a hoarse voice. “I just have never screamed that much during sex and I think I strained my voice.”
Tristan couldn’t help but laugh as he thought about what the neighbors must have thought when hearing the loud ruckus the pair of them had just made. His room was the furthest away from their shared wall, but they still had to have heard all that commotion. “Yeah, you’re pretty loud, Sus. I think the whole building knows what we just did,” he teased before giving her a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead.
She gasped, but it only made her cough more, and then she buried her face into his chest. “Oh well. Sex is a perfectly natural part of life…they can’t complain about us being loud in bed.”
Tristan didn’t have
a retort for that and just grunted in agreement. Susy moved to get out of his way so he could get out of the bed. With a groan, he sat up and winced again at the pain in his back. He was starting to think his recent over-exertion at the gym immediately following his recent sleep-a-thon wasn’t the greatest idea.
“You want anything while I’m up?”
Susy was burying herself under the covers and fluffing his extra pillow for herself. “No,” she quickly replied before contentedly sighing when she’d gotten comfortable.
Tristan immediately thought about sleeping all night in the same bed with Susy, and hoped his nightmares weren’t going to be a problem.
He voiced his concerns before he left the room, sure that Susy would be asleep when he got back. “Hey, you know I don’t sleep well at night, Susy. I don’t want to keep you up with my…shit.” He didn’t know if just saying nightmares was enough to explain what he went through every night.
“It’s okay, big guy. Maybe if I hold you when they start, they won’t be so bad. Besides, I don’t have my new bed yet and this one is technically still mine. So get cleaned up and get your ass in here, or you get the lumpy couch,” she giggled and burrowed right back into the bed.
Tristan couldn’t help but feel relieved with her nonchalant attitude about his issues. He didn’t want things to be a big deal, and was considering his options for getting a second opinion like she had mentioned. Because he was getting nowhere in a hurry as his anxiety got worse at night, his nightmares stronger and his moods fluctuated wildly some days.
After he was cleaned up again, he grabbed a glass of water and dressed in some briefs before crawling back into bed. Naked would have been preferable, but he didn’t want Susy to think he was just ready to fuck her again the minute she opened her eyes. The girl was way more to him than that, and he was the same to her. Almost like kindred spirits that had their own shitload of baggage to deal with and couldn’t figure out how to do that, except to run away from it.
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